Hooklandさんのイラストまとめ

I tell you Nokes, there are things in the Hookland Constabulary's Black Museum that give me the full collywobbles and I am not generally a sufferer of collywobbles. The haunted razor of the Bardbury Brothers, one of Bonehouse Butcher's skulls. Mary Hay's hatpin.– #DICallaghan

Dave Padbury's infamous 1981 solo album 'Changeling TV' included encoded computer signals using the MANDI Floppy Disc Interface. Few people could access the messages, which given their nature, may be considered a good thing.

The Bone Horse comes at important times to the community – solstice, Plague Play Sundays, Plough Mondays. Why wouldn't it come at Pride to march with us fully-grown changelings? Dance to our rude music? – Lou Kemp, Hookland artist, 1980

@GESGSheffield Imagine the Bone Horse in rainbow ribbons. Imagine all the fully-grown changelings proud to call themselves queer. Imagine the gift of folklore that is the refusal of polarities manifest, marching the streets to the rudest of musics. Imagine respect for all.

Electric Ley Pilgrimage – Temple VII Signal by Hookland artist Lou Kemp. "Of course I paint pylons. They've captured the horizon and colonised the imagination. Whether you hear it or not, The Hum is part of the collective psychic static now."

Folklore, even when it wears a deathly visage, is a living current. Its blood is not book ink, but ale begged in pubs. Its stories clothe themselves and walk the streets, jump into our dreams. In its telling, our dance with land and memory. – #CLNolan

Some say Sarah Lumm – a wooden bride of the sea retired to a pub holding her name at Little Mary – cries salt tears of omen. Some say she weeps at the binding of the land. Most villagers agree they've woken with her dreams of faraway in their heads at some point. #SeaFolkSaturday

#PavelMikoyanIsScreamingOnTheMoon

The Gerding is form of Hookland nature spirit that needs appeasing. A monstrous head that lives beneath the soil, every few years it sends spores of itself up to the surface. These grow into smaller heads that demand the Gerding below is given its due. #FolkloreThursday

Certain days are ripe for cloud-telling. The auguries come fast, a feast of nephomancy parading across the sky. On such days I've learned the best technique is to focus on a single window or pool and watch only what it is reflecting. – Kathrine Giddings. Hookland artist, 1968